Sunday Morning

Bloodshed on the concrete And it made a money tree Wolves howling at the moon Baby tell me what you see Pay my tithes to wash these sins But I ain't living on my knees But I tell you Sunday morning I'm gon' get right Sunday morning I'm gon' get right Love don't live here anymore Per her caption Manipulate and penetrate Know niggas tactics Sunday service You a long way from Calabasas The face of struggle rap Yeah still not making traction Give it up already Cut your loses All our ancestors built dawg Is all this cost us Splitting pennies on a stream Man how we bosses Boys turned savage Pray you never cross us My offering Prayers go towards the sun No war was ever won Without no paper Wait on who to save ya Boy go get you some Gratitude You look like food Don't confuse the hate with love Holy water For a sponsor Who do pain better than us No Dying in a city That you never could call home No heaven for a sinner baby Tell me where my dawgs go No Mind on the money Money on the mind And when it comes to mine You know right from wrong Good from evil Up from down Hell from heaven You know all of this Act accordingly Stain glass on the window Put a filter on the evil A bible on the dash On the 5 in a regal I know what we do is wrong I swear to God I feel like Siegel Most potential in the world Still the masses never see you Yet Man is really measured by the way he reach the people Wait Louder for the ones in back Gotta put numbers on the board Always gon' point to the stats Oh you don't do facts Can't tell me much bout mine Not with my faith in tact Know the pain won't last Tell em put it on my tab I'm a make this back Could you spare the tribe and bargain With your only son So Richmond I got baptized at the plunge Protest and prayers To a loaded gun Still sing the same song The work is never done